Freestyle, baby...

[VA Slim]

no beef bro I got respect for ya. I just wanna get somethin goin here to entertain myself.

oh really, well i dont want to dissapoint you:

i hate herbs that use big words and cant comprehend the meanin/
dont pretend to not offend, i got shots that bend and have ya leanin/
not like fat joe, but further back so,...... like neo in matrix/
tendants get torn, when i storm shots that splash like raindrips/
ya ryhmes is stale like seven day old, open bagged lays chips/
dome so rugged, you cant get fades if ya head faded the hair clips/
you dont want beef, but you cooked and spiced up plenty of meat/
i bet you look up and dig for butholes, like belt buckles in car seats/
get it right, if u was a price id lower your suggested retail/
ya skillz is awkward like a transvestite havin sex with a female/
look cousin, we can do the dozens, u still dissed even if u wasnt/
but i aint budgin especially if all u shown me is whole lot of nothin/

[Intense It E]

no beef bro I got respect for ya. I just wanna get somethin goin here to entertain myself.

I understand, that does make it fun......well lets go

who the fuck is Gene Pool, yo whole rep is fucked kid
when my punches connect more than yo vision is Corrupted/
you never was a real threat I ignored the beef
and everytime you spit a verse you put the board to sleep/
I pump base on the block like I got some mean speakers
Your whole clique is just gassin yo ass up like a Kerosene Heater//KES

[Gene Pool]

first off slim I wasn't dissin you man/
but here's a hit to help you understand/
..... beat change
here's a punchline in use to glorify you for hours/
recomendation to fuse 20 volts of power/
but no that ain't where it's at, this shit just a warmup on you/
VA Slim abused by cougars, I think it's left him confused/
but I know that you think your hot shit and all bouncin in this thread/
but you just a gay man in a rapist mask, lookin out to give some head/
so don't think you can come up and be frontin on me/
cuz I'll leave you to a bullet in the head, dead at the scene/

now to get back to who I was originally aimin at/
intensity man, what the hell was with that rap?/
a keresone heater? come on bro I thought you's was dope/
guessin I was wrong, is the cock makin you choke?/
ha ha, just playin B, and I'm expectin that you gonna bust it back/
but it don't really matter, cuz I won this battle, that's a matter of fact/

yea that's more like it, now I'm entertained, keep it comin.

[VA Slim]

Gene Pool:


you must be on that good shit if u think u can beat me/
must be grass, that would explain why ya ass is beneath me/
if i gave u half way, ya skillz still wouldn't meet me/
just retire and start promoting vietamese string cheese/
ya verse about me was long, and still wasnt that strong/
get in where u fit in, so for u.... thats siscos thong/
your like a model with no camera... u pose no threat/
if that verse was a warmup just stay on the bench/

[Cels]

im spittin fire, cant freestyle, so ill key it a bit
you aint gotta be a toliet to be seeing your shit
im screaming a bit, cuz im gettin alittle mad
confusing shit flys by me, like watching a riddle past
but my mind strenght will forever last, know the deal
this cat is the type thats known to squeal

[Vikkie™]

aiight

Dawg my life is so wonderful except fa this gurl who miss lead man
man shes makin me crazy like tha chick who played John Legend
its liek she come homes late wit her hair in every which way
laughin n gigglin how can she look me in my face lie i aint gay
i mean i bought her fancy thangs im talkin things in tha mill. dolla range
but im tired of her homie ima make her a mishap cuzz im tha pain

[unXtatic]

Yo, i've got untouched techniques when i crush the weak
got an attitude? well i'ma leave ya future lookin tough n bleak
talk shit, n u git punched in the mouth so u hush fo weeks
but i prefer to give the cold shoulda when u bustas speak
fuck wit me--n my lyrical slugs gon leave u stuck wit leaks
snatch up ya corpse, n next thing u know--u up the creek
puttin muts ta' sleep...leavin enemies' moms ta' sulk n weep
till i'm in my deathbed, as the the frequency of my pulse decrease

[unXtatic]

I love hip hop...spendin my life in the city as a corrupted youth
best believe election time...is the only time i say "fuck the booth"
i'ma take America by storm in secret...n straight up scuff the proof
stayin hidden...as i'm bein searched for by trained muts n sleuths
i'm jus the truth........trust that there aint no lies in my sentences
yo, from the sky i sense that my presence is felt, i was meant ta' live

[Haywood Jewblomi]

I'll tell you one of the things that pisses me of about rap,
The fact that a whack rapper can put out nothing but crap,
And still sell at levels equatable to platinum and gold,
Cold lyrics and an industry where weakness has taken a hold,
Whereas bold lyricists get ignored every day,
Paid shit all for songs the radio won't play,
Songs that aren't made the same way, as every other song they played today,
No way is that fair, but nobody in the industry care's,
Because when it comes to the pie, they're all after their share,
It not about music anymore it's just about money,
Funny politics and tricks, all promoted by honey,
Easter Bunny emcees who are as real as santa,
Talking bout how they are sick, when they're just spreading a cancer,
I wish for a time when real lyrics get praised,
Instead of the bullshit which it seems normally gets played,
And i'm not saying getting money's a sin and no good,
It's just that people like it a lot more that they probably should,
So, would you sell out if you were given the chance?
Or would you advance and stay true, no matter the circumstance?

[Intense It E]

Come on Gene Pool you can't be serious
I sense anger in you dogg, are you gettin furious/
You such a waste kid
You about to get put in yo place kid
You gettin wasted
Like a fucked up face lift/
Talk about entertaining then look at yo last post
I'm start callin you bread dogg, cause now yo ass toast//KES

[Intense It E]

*DMX style, Who we be*

The lights, the frights, the fights, at nights
The type, to write, but pipe, the white/
Cause on, the street, we live wit heat
The beat, in deep, I see it in my sleep/
I'm done for now, these cats is clowns
And leave these fuckas where they can't found//KES

[Vikkie™]

betrayal

cuzz i kno none of yall will betray me cuzz u kno who i am
turn round say ya in and turn round and flip liek Uncle Sam
kill yall nikkas lyrics like i was Bush look into my barrel
yall talkin bout ull make a disgrace but ill crush u lyrical
none of yall can really stand to me i neva wanna hear wut u gon do
cuzz wut yall nikkas sayin u gon do will have yall in a blood pool

[Cels]

these cats dont see that, all my inferior tactics
my acts can cause madness and superior havic
yall lacking all that my minds interiors packing
my jaw snapping, time to hear spears impacting
see me packed with pens, strapless & extracting
gasping for ink, so i can proceed to crack ribs
time to pretend, and the end we needed rapping
for many would be injured like a handycapped kid
sheer fear im laughing, ahead of known existance
while yall aint finished ive already flown the disance
im unknown to minions followed by a prone dissision
with no permission ill expose the road to riches

[unXtatic]

Yo I'm the ghost of rhymes.......comin wit corrosive lines
they jus approach ya spine--eat thru, n leave no bones behind
I'm the most sublime.....kid equipped wit a ferocious mind
everyone's got they skill levels, but no one's even close ta' mine
dont even think that this nigga from the west-coast is kind
hell no.............i'ma smoka ya blind wit my flow divine
i leave my foes in binds, wheneva they mope n whine
shit...look at my lyrical statistics dawg, u'll notice no decline
i'm clean, like places where wealthy white folks've dined
n the way i keep light to myself, it's like yall aint supposed ta' shine

[Devastator™]

Critically acclaimed lyrically crippled and maimed
The simple and plain and left in the temple of shame
Devastation in the wake of my decent in nations'
Disintegration of fakes makes for blatant hatin'
Im like the touch of death when I bless the mic
Agress the likes of herbs and impress the tight
Its a day to day ritual call me practition of art
Splinter your heart with a bar as sharp as darts
I never shark, as original and real as they come
Offin muthasuckaz often like Attila the Hun........`1